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Friday, May 18, 2012

Hey guys! I entered Rola's giveaway a few weeks ago. 
Well, the giveaway ends in two weeks and I need help from you guys.
All you need to do is follow Rola's blog via gfc and post a comment here saying that you're voting for my entry.

The prize is a copy of Patrick Ness' book The Knife of Never Letting Go. I've heard a lot of great things about it, but I haven't read it yet.

Rola's giveaway is a little diferent from the norm. You don't just simply enter your gfc name via rafflecopter. Since the novel's main theme is noise, you have to enter a piece that represents who you are. It can be a poem, an essay, a video, a photo, anything! As long as it answers the question "what are you?"

Here is my entry for Rola's giveaway. It is a photograph I took with my Nikon D3100 when I was feeling like a loser and I wanted to die. It is not a professional photo, but it is very personal and it is one of my favorite shots. I also wrote an amateurish pseudo-essay explanation for my photograph, you can read it below.

you can also view it here for HQ

"What are you?"

I am pretentious. I pretend to be tough-skinned , but I am actually afraid. I pretend to be "hipster" and unique, but I am actually a combination of every person that I have come to idolize. I am a frustrated writer and photographer who doesn't believe in her works anymore. I feel like I have something important to say, but I just don't know how to say it. I give up on everything I start. I am a coward.

The photo I submitted sums up all of these. Those were all original essays, poems, and stories from my journal. I just didn't think they were good enough, and in a fit of rage I started tearing out the pages. I held a lighter in my hand, ready to burn them all. But I got scared. I got scared of the possibility of getting burned. I got scared of getting hurt even more. I was a coward. Instead of burning them, I tried to "drown" them towards destruction. I watched eagerly as the papers' pulps split up in different directions and the ink from my words turned the water into a grayish hue. They eventually disappeared, but it took almost an hour. A slow death. 

What am I?

I am a distressed individual full of hypocrisy and cowardice, always choosing the easy and "safe" way out, but still gets hurt in the end. 

What am I?

I'm a hypocrite, a coward, all the things I mentioned above, and all the things I am yet to find out about myself. I'm not really entirely sure of what I am right now. Heck, I have no freakin idea.

I reread all the words and sentences that I have written above, and laugh. I guess I really shouldn't complain. 


Because i'm sure about one thing. I want to be an artist. No, not the kind with brushes and pencils, but the kind with a pen and a camera. 

Do you know how artists work? 

They live life, they get hurt, they grab their pen and camera, and they bleed.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thanks everyone. Cheers!

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